A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Third Person’s POV

“You won’t accept it? Humph!”

Dwight growled low in his throat, like an angry wolf. His sulfurous pheromones collided violently.

He glared at Melinda’s thin, pale face, his wolf cars slightly forward, about to accuse her of being narrow- minded, yet found himself at a loss for words.

Though “it’s never too late to mend,” no one says an apology must be accepted.

He sneered, his claws faintly gleaming, “What gives you the right to refuse? What?”

Melinda’s voice rose, her tone cooling.

Her voice no longer trembled, cedar pheromones carrying clear oppressiveness, “For favoring your lover and insulting your mate; for being arrogant and self–centered; for betraying your mate and being unfit to be a father; and for claiming to be a gentleman while acting like a petty person!”

Her vertical pupils shone through her tears, resolute.

Dwight, now furious and ashamed, shot back. “So I’m worthless in your eyes? Why did you try every means to mate with me then? Our mating was all your one–sided wish. I just gave in to the pack’s influence…”

“Shut up!” Melinda’s eyes turned bloodshot, her lips quivering again.

Speaking of their mating, she felt both shame and grievance.

wolf sensed me as your mate, which led to our relationship. If my Silverlight Pack really had such influence,

cheeks. Naturally timid, she couldn’t hold

slender figure, struggling to hold back tears only to break down in the end, stirred a fleeting,

this guilt

to Willow and mustn’t feel any

you bullying her? You live comfortably in the Soulrend Pack, while Willow and I have to stay at Begonia Street. No, they say Begonia Street is to be taken back too, and my status as the pack heir has been revoked. Willow and I are in such a miserable situation because yo can’t tolerate her. You got Adelaide to make a fuss and expand the incident, which led to officials

“You…”

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pillow behind her and throw it at him. “You

The pillow missed him.

icy blades, “I’ve apologized. Whether you accept

leave, but Paige grabbed his collar, her

wolf mane bristling with embarrassment. Paige gravely

retorted, “On what grounds…” Before he finished, a punch with the force of a wolf’s claw

his mouth tasting coppery. He spat out the blood,

roar, he saw Paige bow and gravely say, her oak–like pheromones

to his feet, her stern expression and aura undiminished.

“Forgive? I’ll kill you!”

pupils nearly bursting, his wolf

why

tossed him out, dropping him on the porch like trash, then

up by the omega and pack guards